Crack Addict

Don't think of a pink elephant (gin)

"You out tonight to try and finally end your dry spell bro? Good fucking luck with that sitting there like a sad sack."

Interrupting Minho's very mentally sound and totally not at all incredibly depressing spiral, as he buried his sorrows in a drink (in many drinks actually but who is counting?) at his favourite shitty bar, was Jisung.

Of course, it fucking was.

"Of course, you're fucking here and don't call me bro," Minho muttered, not looking up at Jisung, instead, looking up at the bartender, raising his glass with a nod of his head asking for a refill.

"Come on bro don't be like that," Jisung says with a cocky grin on his face, sliding into the seat beside Minho.

The worst part about all of this is that Jisung is right.

Minho had put on his favourite wet leather look pants, so tight if you looked hard enough you could probably see the outline of Minho's kneecaps. Paired with a black fitted short sleeve shirt that had a zipper down the middle, currently sitting at a modest v-neck length, but depending on the company this can be negotiated.

He knew he looked good, his hair had just a little bit of pomade in it to give it that tousled look. With brilliant foresight he didn't put any eye makeup on, knowing full well this night could end with him crying in the back of an uber, alone.

But Han fucking Jisung didn't need to know that.

"What do you want, Han?" Minho eyed him up and down, with a slow drag of his eyes taking the younger man in. He's wearing baggy black cargo pants tucked into platform boots (you're not slick short stuff), with what is presumably a muscle tee (fuck Han Jisung) loosely tucked in at the waist (he has such a tiny waist) and an oversized boxy black denim jacket on top.

"You look like you're in full fuckboy mode with that stupid headband on your head, are you about to fuck up in bed or fuck up a tennis court? It's hard to tell." The cherry on top of this whole outfit is the stupid Adidas headband that Jisung is wearing, his hair parted in the middle and flopping out on top looking so fluffy and tuggable.

Minho is antagonising him but in reality, the fuckboy look really works on him. How dare he.

"Why, is it working for you?" Jisung says, tilting his head back and raising his eyebrow.

Yes, it is.

"No, it's not." Minho replies out loud.

Jisung raises his eyebrows again in a very sarcastic 'ah sure' motion.

"You look ridiculous. What, did your woman of the night, stand you up, so you're here looking for another?" Minho goads.

"Psh, no!"

Bingo.

"I bet I could kiss somebody here tonight before you do," Jisung says petulantly.

Minho is intrigued.

"You want to bet?"

"Yes? No?" Jisung's confidence is faltering, he must have just arrived but what he doesn't know is that Minho is 4 very strong pink gins in already and ready to rock and fucking roll.

"First one to make out with somebody here at this bar tonight gets to have their drinks bought by the other for the next... um... 5 group outings," Minho proposes, turning in his chair to fully face Jisung.

The other mustn't have realised what Minho was wearing, this kind of shirt is very unlike him.

He may have been a bit of a (huge) slut prior to dating Minhyuk, but Minho has always dressed reasonably modestly when out in public.